Bernie's Bag-O-Tricks
Creative Sharing
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Poetry: "Artist" (3.24.13)
Artist
The
flat, broad canvas
of
your body
calls
to me.
Come.
Let
me paint
my
love upon it,
imprint
my desire.
I’ll
sear your
wooden
heart
with
love’s graffiti,
I’ll
sign my name
in
your border,
I
will mark you
mine.
Let
me breathe
my
soul into you,
make
pliant flesh
of
your marble joints.
Be
this artist’s
greatest
creation
decorated
for all time
in
lustful hues.
Poetry: "She Remembers" (3.24.13)
She
Remembers
She
remembers
my
laugh
and
oh,
my
heart is held
still.
I
didn’t think
I’d
left
anything
behind.
Poetry: "Actor" (3.24.13)
Actor
I
am an actor,
a
great pretender.
I
only appear human,
sane,
without
worry.
But
inside this
tightly
closed lid
is
an insect,
with
a poisoned tooth,
with
spindle legs.
Within
I am an angry wasp,
a
strained spring
ready
to rip
though
the fabric.
There
are no nerves
to
register the pain,
no
heart to summon
the
sympathy.
There
are no tears.
Beware
of
me
and
my rusted-
nail
claws.
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